Tuesday, October 21, 2008

I believe...

Originally Posted On: Sunday, October 19, 2008

I believe....
...that falling in love is easy.
...that telling yourself you need to stop, isn't.
...no matter how far we stray, no matter how hard we fall, God will always be there to give us a little nudge in the right direction.
...we are all just little kids saying, "Hey. Hey! HEY!!! Everybody! Lookit! Look at meeeee!"
...that rebelling is a necessary part of life. Like the seasons and chocolate.
...writing is the only way to let out your dreams, fears, emotions, etc, without people laughing at you.
...that we all eventually die. Why speed up the process?
...perfection is beyond reach. That doesn't mean we can't try, it just means we won't succeed.
...I deserve the best, everyone does, and I refuse to take anything but!
...that God added jerks to the world to test us. And test us they do.
...that procrastination is the best form of suicide.
...that anger solves everything but a friendship.
...that risk is also part of life. Saddly.
...money may be the root of all evil but it sure helps pay the bills.
...that everyone is, was, or will be fake.
...that pain just makes you stronger. That doesn't mean you should run in front of the nearest on-coming vehicle to see if you can survive it. It means that every time we hurt, every new pain we experience, whether it is emotional or physical,we can prepare ourselves for the next time. And although it will hurt, it will hurt less.
...that a spork will always triumph over the curel, twisted, evil that is a chocolate turtle.
...that your car is supposed to get you from point a to point b without falling apart...to much. So quit complaining and be happy you can drive and don't have to walk every where like people used to.
...that we take things for granted, and then are suprised when they retaliate.
...that first impressions are important and you should always strive to do the best with what you have.
...that these beliefs are from the mind of a sixteen year old and should be taken worth a grain of salt.

Spork On, Prager

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